shine on

i've seen fire flies before...magical little bastards...twinkling and floating and disappearing...but last night

last night leaves me searching for words

perverto and i got our funk on with some organic chai tea and psilocybin - then we got on our bikes and set ourselves free into the cool night air - gliding and riding - tires humming - effortless over the smooth pavement chasing our shadows beneath the orange streetlights - freaky treacherous in the dark on dirt pathways - racing and chasing gliding and riding - floating on two wheels

our serum canabinol levels were getting low when perverto spotted a path behind an unfinished house - after doping a little smoke we decided to follow that path downhill and into the abyss

we met a few fireflies floating about along the path and tried to catch a couple which is fun but

no easy task with a head full of hallucinogens

in the dark we found a new path - a steep downward type thing that delivered us to another world - a silent meadow - no breeze no lights no sound - just us and hundreds of fire flies

the more we looked into the dark expanse before us the more fireflies we could see - in the distance - right beside us - unrelenting and beautiful - sparkling jewels in the night blinkle-ing and twinkling - one of those awe inspiring moments in time - a gift

like a picture to be hung on god's refrigerator door